Damian didn't always have to be loud, he just preferred to. Projecting confidence and power, he strengthened his own spells, while intimidating his enemies. On the rare occasion though, he even knew when to show weakness and be quiet. Surprising, I know.
The wizard laid where he had been tossed Goldwasser's spell. Though a pair of cracked ribs knocked the wind out of him, he would swear he could get back to his feet if he wanted to, but chose to appear motionless on his side. "Wingardium leviosa." He whispered repeatedly. motioning with his wand, his back to the action. Though his wounded ribs threatened to take from him his breath and his concentration, the unspeakable managed to lift a sizable rock from the piled debris.
Rolling onto his back, his wand pointing at his target, Damian let the missile fly toward the vampire. He was smiling now. Look what they could accomplish when they worked together. They just had to keep focused on Bain, and not each other.
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